Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy (remix)

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Snoop Doggy

up, jumped out my bed
I'm in a two man with my homie Lil' 1/2 Dead
was the case that they gave me
Dear God, I can you save me?
I'm only eighteen, so I'm a buck
It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm stuck
But that's the life of G, I
Ese's way deep, two in the chest
Best run cause is droppin' quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another
Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' them
Gettin' that rep as a hog
It ain't nothin' like the life
You be strapped with your shank
Cause no fist fight
So I guess I gots to handle
I did the crime, I gots to do my time

We run game in the
We gets in the ghetto
We shot in the ghetto
You get stuck in the ghetto
Lil' Boy

Dr.

Now I'm holdin' the dub, sittin' on
Twenty-seven old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet with my mind on the
That I be makin' as I touch them streets
done changed on this side
Remember they used to thump, but now blast, right?
But it no thang to me
Cause now I'm what they call a ass O.G.
The little from the hood with grip
Are the ones I get with cause I'm to set trip
Nigga, I'm bigger you, so whatcha wanna do?
know he had a twenty-two
Straight sittin' behind his
I grabbed his pockets and I heard six caps
I fell to the ground with blood on my
I understand
How a nigga so young bust a cap
I used to be the same way
I guess what I get (for what?)
For tryin' to jack the little homies for they

Snoop Doggy

Somethin' for the O.G.'s to get with
Some facts our made
Now you but I'm played
Like every day, really doe
You know me, I'm the macadamian
for my homie
No need in be uncalm, if you pack
And learnin' just enough to keep sack tight
nights, I wonder what they get in for?
Early mornin' on the corners, what hittin' for?
Seven young G's put they serve
In a G ride, Eastside's where they now
Not thinkin' about what's goin' on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they
I four years in the county
With nothin' but around me
But now I'm at the Pound
And we expose ways for the youth to
Some think it's but we tend to think it's right
So make all ends you can make
Cause when you're broke, you break, it out
So ain't no for your mama to trip
Cause a hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' your grip

Lil' Boy

the life of a G, I guess
The ghetto. x3

That's the of a G
That's the life of a G, I
The ghetto. x3

the life of a G. The ghetto
That's the life of a G, I
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